"O barbel and salmon-trout, tench, dace and gugdeon, O ev'ry fat jack and each eel (not a conger) Why, why will you grieve me and stir up my dudgeon? Go, die on his hooks who has eyes that are stronger!"

But, however, whilst moaning he pulled out a score, And continued his wonderful luck till at last--it Was plain that his soft heart could bear it no more, Too deep were his groans, and--too full was his basket!